Sometimes Mira found herself lost not in the world, but within her own thoughts. The crowded bazaar was a familiar maze, yet today its alleys whispered secrets she had long ignored. She passed a forgotten vendor selling marbles, each a universe contained within glass.
In the evening light, the riverbank's reflection mirrored not just the sunset, but fragments of when she was whole. Choices, paths taken and forsaken, shimmered on the water's surface, elusive as dreams at dawn.
The bakery's smell wrapped around Mira, a warm hug of nostalgia. Every loaf and pastry was a story, baked into existence. She considered how flavors could speak louder than words, how silence could be comforting.